This is a song about "Ms jones"

And be found, deep down, in davey jones locker.

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,

Yeah, broken ass bones, and shattered hearts, faggots follow faggots like theyr fuckin clones,

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Its so crazy jones and az, its so lovely sippin on bubbly

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

He's a mixture of mathers, jones, and lamont coleman,

I'll remix an em song and pop x like m and ms

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with